Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.